"He stepped aside and tried to make a few calls. Hugging his daughter and grabbing his head, you could tell he was heartbroken. This woman next to him at the front counter heard the whole thing."
“I was kind of afraid that kids at my school were gonna judge me or that they would make fun of me”...But then, God started “kind of nudging at my heart.”
"It was a question that haunted me. Tormented me. Sent me into an existential panic. Not only did I struggle to find assurance of salvation, I was also terrified of losing it."
'"Many people expect a pastor like me—a 29-year-old with enough piercings and tattoos to make them think I might have an “in” with my peers but not enough to totally freak them out—to know how to fix it, or even to be a draw.'
"It’s a question only you can answer, and it’s a struggle most of us face. So if you find yourself more irritable and stressed on Sunday mornings than anything then maybe it’s time for a heart change. Sundays are made for rest. It’s time to find it."
"I took a closer look around me and noticed we stood among the dead. Thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, of the dead... the stench hit me. Vultures descended. And as the wind kicked up, my eyes watered from the smell."
